There's no overpriced wild mushroom ragout, seared fois gras or Cristal champagne on the menu. In fact, there's no menu. Nothing but liquid refreshment here, and no one sneers, if you're laughing so hard, enjoying it all, that you slosh a little brew on the concrete floor.

At the Elbo Room, you have a million-dollar ocean view without paying a tidy fortune to buy a few drinks. You're so close to the water, you could smell the nose-tickling brine if the air weren't already filled with the scent of coconut-oil suntan lotion.

In no time at all, the bar quickly fills with guys who sport tank tops, untamed locks and the occasional tattoo. Sun-soaked women favor beach coverups and bikini tops.

As the guitar player croons Margaritaville, regulars exchange nods and smiles before settling in around the wooden bar where history is recorded with a penknife.

Gerard s Renee. On a less happy note: A name too smudged to read ... is the baddist b---- in all the land.

Look above the bar and you'll see simple black-and-white photos that capture the innocence of days long past.

It's the Elbo Room during filming of Where the Boys Are, the 1960 movie that told the rollicking tale of college kids seeking sun, fun and romance while on Spring Break in Fort Lauderdale.

The bar had a bit part, thanks to its strategic location on the infamous Strip. In one scene, beach-bound students stroll by the bar in bathing suits and bikinis so modest you'd see more flesh these days in your neighborhood grocery.

Today, if you want that same view of the beach, you should arrive early to grab a front-row seat at one of the sidewalk tables, the best spot to watch the people parade.

Or nab the coveted corner barstool near the intersection of A1A and Las Olas Boulevard. From this vantage point, you can see the endless stretch of palm trees up and down the beach with a backdrop of azure sky.

All comfy now? Then lift your glass and toast life's simple pleasures as you relish the breeze -- the one that's blowing your troubles away.